Monarch Night

Chapter 982 - 240: Mysterious Cemetery [Ten Thousand Words]_4

Monarch Night

Chapter 982 - 240: Mysterious Cemetery [Ten Thousand Words]_4

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Chapter 982: Chapter 240: Mysterious Cemetery [Ten Thousand Words]_4

Yin Yunxiao was furious: "Who is impersonating me?"

Dongyun Yu said ominously, "Despicable villain, how dare you impersonate this Saint Heir... Brothers of the Underworld, let’s get him together!"

Instantly, the Underworld side was also in a state of uncertainty.

After all, it was too dark, nothing could be seen, not even an outline, how could one determine who was the real one.

A scream echoed through the air.

A disciple of the Heavenly Fire Palace fell, the smell of blood suddenly permeating.

Dongyun Yu still using Yin Yunxiao’s voice: "Hand it over!"

Obviously, someone’s Space Ring was snatched.

Immediately, the Heavenly Fire Palace people also fell into chaos.

An extreme chaos unfolded completely under Dongyun Yu’s instigation.

Each sect began to make distinct sounds to distinguish friend from foe.

Yet Dongyun Yu’s ventriloquism was remarkable. Just hearing it once he could imitate, even though he couldn’t figure out which sect it belonged to; he himself was confused, but it didn’t stop him from mimicking.

A sharp sound rang out; not knowing which sect’s signal it was, followed by a scream: "Don’t signal, it will expose your location, I’ve been attacked..."

Silenced groans followed.

His figure flitted through the crowd like lightning, whenever he encountered someone, it was a silent and swift sword strike.

First ambush, then snatch the ring.

Whatever could be stolen was stolen, whatever could be robbed was robbed...

In an instant... the chaos was as if it had turned into a pot of porridge.

This chaos later even dragged Yan Beihan, who had always stayed away from the battlefield, into it.

Because everyone’s Divine Sense was sweeping around, detecting a strong Divine Sense standing in the distant air? In the high sky?

Could it be trying to reap the benefits of a fisherman?

How could such a powerful presence be allowed to stay out of it; everyone simultaneously attacked. Yan Beihan was forced to counter and defend.

But as soon as he made a move, he instantly entered the battle circle.

Various hidden weapons flew silently.

Everyone was a genius of each sect, after adapting to this dark environment, the means each could use were simply dazzling.

For a moment, sword winds and sword energy intertwined, roars and muffled groans coexisted, hidden weapons were like a downpour, figures like meteors...

...

At this moment, more than nine days had already passed outside.

It was nearing dusk.

The wedding ceremony of lame Hong Er had already been completed, everyone had been waiting for Fang Che for a long time, only to learn that he had gone on a mission.

Thus, having no choice but to proceed, Er Quezi’s wedding was held as scheduled yesterday.

Without the pressure from Fang Che, others were all full of congratulations, speaking auspicious words.

Lame Hong Er felt something stir in his heart.

To save money, Er Quezi had a brainwave, using the empty wine jars collected from the Four Seas and Eight Desolates Tower.

Pretending to be generous, he instructed to fill them with some so-so wine and invited everyone to drink ’the fine wine I spared no expense to have a lavish wedding with’. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

But everyone was a seasoned Jianghu person; they could tell after just one sip.

After one sip, no one spoke up.

Sharing a knowing glance.

Even if you don’t use those wine bottles and offer such wine, it wouldn’t matter. But talking big about wine for love and pulling out such superb wine...

Those who presented less wedding money felt a bit awkward, made up with another substantial gift, only to find out this was what they got?

Yuan Jingjiang and the others exploded.

Thus directing their deacons: "Get him!"

Yun Jianqiu caught the hint, pulled out a packet of powder from his bosom, and slyly added half into the wine.

Then everyone sat straight, waiting for lame Hong Er to come toast.

Soon, the beaming lame Hong Er arrived with his new bride.

"Ah hahahaha, dear leaders, dear brothers, apologies if the hospitality is lacking... haha, how’s the fifty-year-old Tiexue Platform, is it good?"

Hearing this scoundrel still bragging about the ’fifty-year-old Tiexue Platform’, everyone quietly gritted their teeth.

Someone pulled Er Quezi into a chat, while Yun Jianqiu poured the remaining half packet into the wine.

Then it was time for the toast, each person offering a blessing and congratulations on the new marriage, then toasting together.

Er Quezi was unpopular, no one shielded him from the wine. Just when his junior brother, a hotel owner acting as best man, was about to offer a shield, Yuan Jingjiang waved his hand, saying, "For other people’s wine, you can shield him, but how can you also shield ours?"

With one word, the intention was made clear.

Lame Hong Er didn’t mind, he wasn’t one to shy from a drink, laughed heartily with exuberance: "The Hall Master is right, at this table, I will drink no matter what! Pour the wine, pour the wine!"

So Yun Jianqiu filled up a large bowl.

Lame Hong Er raised his neck and drank it all in one go, very gallant, very manly.

When it came to Yun Jianqiu’s turn, Yun Jianqiu stood up and spoke: "Congratulations Brother Hong on your joyous wedding, may you grow old together and stay heart to heart. Further wishing Brother Hong eternal vigor and an indomitable spear; come, let’s all give Brother Hong a toast!"

Everyone stood up together: "Congratulations Brother Hong."

Lame Hong Er laughed heartily, feeling on top of the world, raised his cup, drank eighteen bowls without changing his expression.

Showing the empty bowl as he spun it: "How’s that!"

Everyone cheered in unison: "Great bridegroom, great groom, great drinker!"

A whole jar of wine, all drunk by himself.

Everyone rushed to move him: "Quick, go attend to other tables."

Lame Hong Er apologized, laughing as he led his bride to toast at other tables.

The empty wine jar was stomped into pieces by a drunken Yuan Jingjiang...

Leaving no trace.

Everyone shared knowing glances and laughed heartily, then raised their cups: "Come, drink up!"

Though the wine was ordinary, the mood was exuberant, leaving lame Hong Er with a likely lesson to last a lifetime!

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